I married the city

[I married the city]

The cat was thrown out the window
like an empty can
to rattle off the sides of an alleyway,
zigzagging and yowling.

City air made its rounds
through the living room
rubbed curtains askew,
and curled around bare toes,
slamming the locked door.

Hordes of letters
scrambled down the counter
and across the vinyl tiles,
chanting "read me! read
me!" and "lose fifty pounds
in two weeks!"

Car headlights licked windows
and the wall behind the headboard;
stroked the covers as if to apologize
(but still managed to mutter,
"you knew what you were getting into."
                                                        )